The Man I Like Is Lin Xuan

Lin Xuan had no choice but to put down the remote and continue watching the surveillance footage projected on the TV.

A sliver of hope still lingered in his heart.

Maybe the man Feng Yaya said she liked was someone else, not him.

In the basement.

Feng Yaya’s mind conjured up Lin Xuan’s tall, handsome figure, and a sweet smile curled at the corners of her lips.

"The man I like is called..." Feng Yaya declared without hesitation, "Lin Xuan."

Lin Xuan’s suspended heart finally dropped dead.

Damn it!

This damn magnet-for-women physique of his!

He hadn’t done anything, yet these women just kept throwing themselves at him one after another.

If it weren’t for Su Hua liking his face, he’d have gladly reverted to his old, ugly appearance.

At least then, these women wouldn’t be interested in him.

"Su Hua." Lin Xuan turned stiffly toward her, his expression rigid. "This really has nothing to do with me. I didn’t seduce her."

Su Hua replied calmly, "I know."

Lin Xuan’s heart shot right back up into his throat.

The calm before the storm.

This was absolutely the calm before the storm!

He was doomed!

Ah.

His poor kidneys.

"What?" Lin Li’s pupils trembled violently. "It’s Lin Xuan?"

Could it be a coincidence? A different Lin Xuan?

"Yaya," Lin Li asked, his voice shaking, "which Lin Xuan are you talking about?"

Feng Yaya smiled. "Your older brother, Lin Xuan."

Lin Li’s fists clenched so tightly they trembled.

It really was him!

Intense hatred burned in Lin Li’s eyes.

This was no coincidence.

First Shen Qianqian, now Feng Yaya.

Did Lin Xuan just love stealing the women meant for him?

Was he determined to take every woman Lin Li was supposed to marry?

No, he had to report this to Su Hua!

Let her see how Lin Xuan flirted around behind her back.

If he angered Su Hua, Lin Xuan would be finished!

Mentioning Lin Xuan made Feng Yaya’s gaze toward Lin Li grow even colder. "Lin Li, Lin Xuan had a terrible life in your family, didn’t he? That’s why he chose to cut ties with all of you."

Lin Li gritted his teeth. "He was the one who wanted to leave. What does that have to do with us?"

To Feng Yaya, Lin Li was nothing but a liar.

She didn’t believe a single word he said.

Back when Lin Xuan was young, he had often comforted her. Now, it was her turn to stand up for him.

Maybe if Lin Xuan found out, he’d think more highly of her.

"You there—hold him down!" Feng Yaya ordered coldly.

Lin Li’s body trembled uncontrollably.

"Yaya, we were together for so long. You can’t do this to me!"

Just thinking about her past relationship with Lin Li made Feng Yaya furious.

How dare he deceive her feelings!

And worse—she had nearly married him. Would Lin Xuan mind that?

Feng Yaya’s dark eyes bore into Lin Li.

She raised her hand—

Slap! Slap! Slap!

She struck Lin Li’s face repeatedly, putting all her strength into each blow.

Lin Li’s lips split, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

Lin Xuan watched with great interest.

Satisfying!

So damn satisfying!

After six slaps, Feng Yaya still wasn’t satisfied. Slap! Slap! Slap! She kept going.

"AHHHHH—"

Lin Li’s screams echoed through the room.

Finally, Feng Yaya stopped, panting from exertion. Lin Li’s face was swollen, streaks of blood where her nails had scratched him.

"Oh?"

Feng Yaya grabbed Lin Li’s hand, examining it. "Your nails have grown back a bit."

Lin Li, dazed from the beating, suddenly snapped back to awareness.

"What... what are you planning?" he stammered, his lips pale.

Feng Yaya ignored him, turning to a bodyguard. "Do you have pliers?"

"Yes, Miss."

"Bring them to me."

"Right away."

Soon, a pair of pliers was placed in Feng Yaya’s hand.

"No! Feng Yaya, you can’t do this!" Lin Li roared.

His nails had once been torn out by Lin Xuan—the trauma of that experience still haunted him.

Seeing the pliers, his eyes reddened, his body shaking violently.

Feng Yaya smirked. "Hold him still."

"And you, Lin Li—don’t move. If the pliers catch your flesh, you’ll suffer even more."

Lin Li froze in terror.

Feng Yaya tested the pliers, but Lin Li’s nails were too short to grip.

She tossed the tool aside carelessly.

Lin Li thought she had given up. A wave of relief washed over him.

But then—

"Bring me a small nail and a hammer," Feng Yaya ordered.

The bodyguard hesitated. "Miss, you mean to...?"

"If I can’t pull his nails out, I’ll just hammer a hole first. Then the pliers will work."

Lin Li’s eyes widened in horror.

This method was infinitely more terrifying than just yanking them out!

The tools were quickly delivered.

"Yaya, please! I’m begging you—don’t do this!"

The bodyguards released him.

Lin Li dropped to his knees, kowtowing frantically, pleading for mercy.

Feng Yaya remained unmoved. She had the bodyguards pin Lin Li to the ground again.

Kneeling beside him, she wordlessly hammered the nail into the flesh beneath his nail bed.

Once the hole was big enough, she inserted the pliers—and yanked.

"AHHHHH—"

Lin Li’s bloodcurdling screams filled the room as a bloody nail was ripped free.

Lin Xuan watched Feng Yaya’s actions with amusement. "Damn, Feng Yaya’s ruthless."

Serves Lin Li right for provoking her.

"Doesn’t this scene feel familiar to you, Ah Xuan?" Su Hua arched a brow.

"Familiar? How?" Lin Xuan frowned in confusion.

"If I recall correctly, you once pulled out Lin Li’s nails too," Su Hua remarked, her tone almost casual.

"Honestly, in some ways, you and Feng Yaya are quite a match."